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It's already July tomorrow. This summer is going too quick for my liking. Unless it's payday. Which it is. So yay for me.
Yesterday working on the floor was fabulous, even though it was an 8 hour shift. I reorganized and restocked the whole pillows/mattress pad room by myself. Up and down ladders all day, trying to find stuff in the stock room without falling off and killing myself. It's much better than having to deal with bitchy people at customer service all day. In a couple weeks, I'm scheduled to work on the "hardside" which is the kitchen side. I'm not too thrilled about this because the manager over there is psychotic. He means well enough, but he's one of those bosses that everyone can do a really good impression of because he's so outrageous. He's tall, shaves his head, goes tanning and works out after work every day so he's pretty huge. He carries around a little bag (we call it a man purse) full of supplements and diet pills. Sometimes he goes on crazy diets like grapefruits only or some shit like that. On top of that, you can never mention a movie unless you want to stand around and hear Jeff's opinion about the whole thing. He's so avid about the dollar amount that everything is making too. He'll spend hours switching things that sell into better spots instead of doing work that needs to be done. He's so weird. So having said that, I just hope I don't have to work over there too much. But, work is work. And work = money so I guess I can't complain.
Today I was thinking. I am not a very nice person sometimes. I get crazy road rage when people drive slow on the freeway. I talk shit about people when I'm drunk like it's no big deal. I write nasty notes on people's cars when they park in my spot. I'm impatient, I say things without thinking about it (usually very rude things), I'm arrogant, self-centered, and I'm not very good at sharing. Yeah. So maybe I should work on that. It's just really come to my attention lately that I'm not as cool as I thought.
So on another note... I'm taking a posse out to the cabin this weekend to go crabbin and have a hoot-hollerin' good time. It's supposed to rain the whole time we're there, though, so we'll see. I just hope this trip ends up a lot better than the last time I invited a bunch of friends out. Some people just don't understand that just because a place doesn't have running water or electricity doesn't mean it's lame. In fact, my cabin is far from lame and it's really special to me and my family. yeah yeah.
Trouble on the homefront. My parents are not happy about my brother's decision to have his wedding next March. They think it's too soon, and I very much agree. People shouldn't get married unless they're graduated, have good jobs, and a place to live. Evan's not graduated yet (this next year will be his 5th) and who knows when he will. Amy's (his fiance) is going to be a teacher but there's not way she'll find a job in Bellingham. Anyway, I don't really give a fuck as long as I don't have to be a bridesmaid. But my mom said if she asks me to be in the wedding, that I have to. Lame sauce. Ugly pink dress, here I come.
I don't know if I already posted about this... But I got a goldfish and named him Fernando, after the Abba song, ha. He's a good fish. His bowl has a castle and a fake plant in it :)
Only one more month in my place (yay). It's been fun but I would like a stove and a full fridge, not to mention some doors on the bathroomand bedroom, please. I think I should plan a huge condo-warming party. Yes. That will be good.
Anyway, sorry for the long boring post.
Yesterday working on the floor was fabulous, even though it was an 8 hour shift. I reorganized and restocked the whole pillows/mattress pad room by myself. Up and down ladders all day, trying to find stuff in the stock room without falling off and killing myself. It's much better than having to deal with bitchy people at customer service all day. In a couple weeks, I'm scheduled to work on the "hardside" which is the kitchen side. I'm not too thrilled about this because the manager over there is psychotic. He means well enough, but he's one of those bosses that everyone can do a really good impression of because he's so outrageous. He's tall, shaves his head, goes tanning and works out after work every day so he's pretty huge. He carries around a little bag (we call it a man purse) full of supplements and diet pills. Sometimes he goes on crazy diets like grapefruits only or some shit like that. On top of that, you can never mention a movie unless you want to stand around and hear Jeff's opinion about the whole thing. He's so avid about the dollar amount that everything is making too. He'll spend hours switching things that sell into better spots instead of doing work that needs to be done. He's so weird. So having said that, I just hope I don't have to work over there too much. But, work is work. And work = money so I guess I can't complain.
Today I was thinking. I am not a very nice person sometimes. I get crazy road rage when people drive slow on the freeway. I talk shit about people when I'm drunk like it's no big deal. I write nasty notes on people's cars when they park in my spot. I'm impatient, I say things without thinking about it (usually very rude things), I'm arrogant, self-centered, and I'm not very good at sharing. Yeah. So maybe I should work on that. It's just really come to my attention lately that I'm not as cool as I thought.
So on another note... I'm taking a posse out to the cabin this weekend to go crabbin and have a hoot-hollerin' good time. It's supposed to rain the whole time we're there, though, so we'll see. I just hope this trip ends up a lot better than the last time I invited a bunch of friends out. Some people just don't understand that just because a place doesn't have running water or electricity doesn't mean it's lame. In fact, my cabin is far from lame and it's really special to me and my family. yeah yeah.
Trouble on the homefront. My parents are not happy about my brother's decision to have his wedding next March. They think it's too soon, and I very much agree. People shouldn't get married unless they're graduated, have good jobs, and a place to live. Evan's not graduated yet (this next year will be his 5th) and who knows when he will. Amy's (his fiance) is going to be a teacher but there's not way she'll find a job in Bellingham. Anyway, I don't really give a fuck as long as I don't have to be a bridesmaid. But my mom said if she asks me to be in the wedding, that I have to. Lame sauce. Ugly pink dress, here I come.
I don't know if I already posted about this... But I got a goldfish and named him Fernando, after the Abba song, ha. He's a good fish. His bowl has a castle and a fake plant in it :)
Only one more month in my place (yay). It's been fun but I would like a stove and a full fridge, not to mention some doors on the bathroomand bedroom, please. I think I should plan a huge condo-warming party. Yes. That will be good.
Anyway, sorry for the long boring post.